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She smiled as she tasted the cake batter with her finger. Probably a million things that could go wrong with that scenario, as it was a cake batter that had raw eggs and it was meant to be shared and she’d been doing a ton of work in her kitchen to get ready for this party and really, as she danced around to the beat of the classical music he only vaguely remembered from his own time but now knew all the words to, he felt the urge to join her.
Twirl her around, arm around the waist, her head tossed back in a laugh before giving him a wide smile. He’s in love. He’s in love and he isn’t afraid to admit it, but there’s more. He needs her. He understands the signs of addiction he sees in some of his patients better now because he is indeed addicted to her.
She wraps her arms around his neck and leans in and kisses him. A bit difficult with their height difference as he’s nearly an entire foot taller than her and to add to the issue she’s barefoot right now (probably the most dangerous way to work in a kitchen, he knows, but she likes not having shoes on at home, not even slippers) and her kisses taste like cake batter and honey and it’s the smoothest taste in the world and he can’t get enough.
Everything around her is better. Sights, scents, sounds, the things he touches and the things he tastes. She makes his life better, sweeter than the sweetest honey he’d ever had. He doesn’t want to leave her. He can’t. He’d die without her.
And then the kiss gets heated and he’s tasting other parts of her on the floor of the sitting room because dammit, they can’t ever seem to make it to a proper bed and he realizes nothing in his life will ever taste as sweet as Molly.